Forbidden (Adara and Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and looked up at her, "Is that such a bad thing?" He could definitely feel it beginning to show on his face, in his eyes, in the tendons of his wrist as he balled one hand into a fist, the other reaching up to stroke her jaw as he loved to do. His eyes followed the path of his fingers before meeting hers, his own firey.

[Adara Snow]

Adara released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, even as her skin shivered at Emilian's touch. Her eyes seemed locked to his, unable to look away to safety. "It must be bad, mustn't it? It feels...it feels forbidden. I can not give you what you want, Emilian," she said, her dark eyes glistening with the threat of tears. He had told her, not in so many words, but he had confirmed that he wanted something which terrified her as soon as she thought about it with something other than impartial curiosity.

[Emilian Sota]

"It only feels forbidden because you've been raised to believe that. You would be lying to say you didn't enjoy it, what we did, you would be lying to say you've never done something forbidden before." His hand wrapped lightly around her neck and gently pulled her closer to his face. "You can give me what I want, all you need to is say yes." And how he wanted her to say yes, he could feel the yearning down to his core.

[Adara Snow]

He made it sound so easy, and she wanted so badly to please him. "I cannot, Emilian, I fear it would destroy me. I fear that I want too much." Every instinct told her to say yes, that it was unpardonable to refuse when he asked something that it was in her power to give. But now that he had told her, he would get bored, she could not hope for her dreams, she could not find the strength to try. "I cannot, Emilian." The first tear slipped down her cheek even as she closed her eyes, unable to bear so much tension even a moment longer.

[Emilian Sota]

"How would it destroy you? What do you want that is too much?" Emilian wiped the tear from her cheek, his voice soft, "I would be gentle, I would go slow." He could be gentle, he could be slow, all according to his mood and what whoever he was with wanted. She should be grateful that he hadn't already forced her to give into him.

[Adara Snow]

Adara let out a softly-choked sob, shaking her head at Emilian's assurances. She could not bear to let him go, could not bear to see him grow bored of her. She wanted the fairy tale. "I trust you, Emilian, perhaps more than you deserve, though I pray that my trust is not misplaced, but it is so very much that you ask of me, and I haven't the strength. I know nothing, Emilian, nothing, except that I would not please you." She opened her eyes, still crying silent tears as she looked at him, willing him to be patient and hear her out. "I know that you were not pleased in the classroom. I simply cannot...be what you wish me to be."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian clamped down on his tongue to keep from swearing loudly. He wiped her cheeks again and held her face in his hands, "I was pleased in the classroom, you brought back memories I didn't think I had, and I know that you would please me if you did what I want." He searched her eyes before pressing his lips lightly to hers, "So beautiful," he couldn't help but murmur when he pulled away, then returned for more, unable to stop himself any longer.

[Adara Snow]

It was so much easier to remember her objections when he wasn't so close. But he seemed so understanding, and she knew that he could be gentle. It was so much easier to think when he wasn't kissing her. Adara could not help responding, could not help the slight part of her lips against his or the sudden need to anchor herself with hands against Emilian's chest. It seemed the only relief, and yet she knew the danger she was in, and her tears continued to fall.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian kissed her hungrily, ignoring the wetness on her cheeks, oblivious to the idea that someone could come around the shelves at any time. He wrapped one hand behind her neck, wrapping her soft hair around his fingers and keeping her tight to his lips. Instead of ebbing, the intense feeling in the pit of his stomach only engulfed him more and he slowly began to lose more and more control.

[Adara Snow]

Emotion lent itself to desperation, and Adara matched the intensity of Emilian's kiss, letting herself forget everything else. The tears were forgotten before they had even dried, leaving Adara to clutch at Emilian's well-fitted shirt with the world tilting beneath her. It was a relief kissing him, letting him kiss her, a strange relief that fed on itself until it was no relief at all.

[Emilian Sota]

The kiss barely slowed as Emilian knealt before her, taking away the confines of being in two separate chairs. He had to tilt his head up to meet her lips, but he didn't mind, she was no longer trying to stop him, no longer crying or telling him no. As long as he kept the kiss going, she couldn't say no. He ran one hand up her outer thigh, fingertips finding the hem of her shirt.

[Adara Snow]

Perhaps the kiss should have distracted her, but rather, it only made her more sensitive to everything between them. Adara shivered at the motion of Emilian's hand, waiting, maybe even anticipating its next movement, recalling his touch. She shifted, moving closer to the edge of her seat, sending her lent book sliding down her lap and falling to the floor.

It was that motion against her that sparked something in her mind, some warning or reminder. Adara's hands flattened against Emilian's chest, pushing firmly as she broke the kiss, gasping for air and sanity. "We can't! Emilian, I can't, I can't have sex with you, I won't, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you!" It sounded like so small a thing, but she knew, a kiss could never be only a kiss.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian practically growled at her as he sat back on his heels, taking hold of her wrists. His breathing was ragged, all his nerves were tingling, his heart pounded in his ears. He stared angrily into her eyes for a few long moments before pushing himself up and throwing her hands from him. "Leave. Now," he said, his voice tight. He refused to look at her. He put his hands on the table and leaned on them, "Before I do something to make you hate me more than you already do." He would have left, but he didn't trust himself to walk out of the library and not grab the first person he saw.

[Adara Snow]

Sadness and desperation were quickly smothered in fear at the rapid change in Emilian. She wasted no time, but snatched up the book on her way to standing and clutched it against her. She moved past Emilian, her shoes making little noise as she hurried away.